"Stomp, stomp!"

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the bow in Wu Fan's hand was already full.

But with a whoosh, Wu Fan let go of the bowstring, and the arrow burst out of the air. Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun also released arrows.

All three, without exception, shot at the horses.

It's too hard to shoot at high speeds at this distance, but it's much less difficult to shoot at a larger horse.

Shoot the man before the horse!

Wu Fan's arrow hit the horse's head, and Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun's arrows hit the horse.

The horses were all frightened, their hooves erected and they neighed.

Those Qing army scouts were thrown out directly without preparation, Wu Fan Chong and the two gave them a look, and the three Ming army scouts killed together.

The three Qing soldiers rolled on the ground a few times before they stopped, and before they could understand what was happening, they saw three fierce southerners rushing towards them.

Wilderness, narrow roads meet.

There is no escape from any option.

Draw your sword and fight.

There is no fancy element in the fight between the soldiers, and every knife is aimed at the vital point.

The three Qing soldiers used standard tiger tooth knives, while Wu Fan and the others used waist knives.

Tiger tooth knives are suitable for chopping, while waist knives are a bit more sleek.

Embodied in hand-to-hand combat, it is one defense and one attack.

As soon as they fought, Wu Fan felt the fierceness of the other party.

These three Tartars are like beasts, with inexhaustible strength, and Wu Fanhu's mouth is numb every time he makes a knife.

Wu Fan didn't rush to fight, but just resisted and dealt with it first. He was observing the number of moves of the three Tartars, looking for flaws in them. This is also a habit he has always had.

In the art of war, it is said that knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will not be defeated in a hundred battles.

This is especially true of those who do their scouting.

If they were brute, the three of them would not have an advantage. But if a reasonable tactic is developed, the three Tartars will definitely lose.

Wu Fan's tactic was simple, give the Tartar a bait.

In this way, the Tartar will definitely focus on this bait, and the flaws will be completely revealed.

Wu Fan's bait was himself.

He deliberately stumbled forward a few steps, and a burly Tartar was overjoyed when he saw this, and rushed over and slashed at Wu Fan's chest with a knife.

At this moment, Wu Fan, who was unable to even stand on his feet, suddenly leaned back, and an iron plate bridge would avoid the blow.

The Tartar slashed into the air, and his body rushed forward a few steps, Zhao Yuan immediately drew his knife and slashed and cut off the right hand of the Tartar holding the knife.

The tartar had his right hand cut off, and he exhaled in heart-rending pain.

Fang Xiaochun seized the opportunity and stepped forward and stabbed him in the chest.

Burst!

The steel knife enters the meat, like piercing a piece of tofu. It's just that the blood foam is a little disgusting when it spurts out of the wound.

Three-on-one, taking advantage of the flaws in Wu Fan's sale, they formed a local advantage of fighting more and less, and successfully killed a Tartar.

There are two left!

Seeing the tragic death of their companions, the remaining two Tartars let out a burst of clattering screams and were about to rush forward to fight for their lives.

Wu Fan doesn't plan to lure the enemy this time, they have the advantage in numbers, and they are fighting for their lives!

Of course, there are skills in fighting for your life.

Wu Fan and Zhao Yuan dragged the remaining two tartars, while Fang Xiaochun flashed a few steps and pulled out an arrow from the quiver again and put it on the bowstring.

All he had to do was shoot these two Tartars!

Fang Xiaochun's archery technique was one by one in the entire scout camp. But now Wu Fan and Zhao Yuan are fighting with the Tartars, and it is not easy for him to shoot the Tartars. If you don't pay attention, the arrows may accidentally injure Wu Fan and Zhao Yuan.

However, Wu Fan and Zhao Yuan fully trusted each other Xiaochun, and only worked hard to entangle the Tartar and buy time for Fang Xiaochun to shoot arrows.

Fang Xiaochun took a deep breath, then held his breath, only the face of the tartar in front of him.

The first thing he aimed at was a Tartar who was fighting with Zhao Yuan.

This Tartar is very thin, not as strong as Zhao Yuan, but his steps are very dexterous. Zhao Yuan sought several assaults, but he easily picked them out.

Fang Xiaochun frowned, carefully observing the position of the thin tartar. In order for him to shoot this person, he must give an advance amount and predict the position of the tartar in advance.

And if he just shoots an arrow head-on, he will most likely miss.

After observing for a moment, he noticed that the Tartar was in a figure-eight shape. Every time Zhao Yuan assaulted, he would go to the top of the 'Eight Characters', and then turn back.

Fang Xiaochun was overjoyed.

The habit of moving is impossible to change easily, and this skinny tartar has been in this position several times, and he will definitely do so in the future.

He tightened the arrow on his bowstring, narrowed his eyes and aimed at the thin tartar, and when Zhao Yuan launched another assault, Fang Xiaochun deflected the direction of the arrow backwards.

Without hesitation, he let go, and the arrow swirled and fired.

The thin tartar really stepped back above the 'eight characters'.

Just when he thought he had escaped again, the eagle arrow whistled and shot directly into his throat.

"Woo ......"

The thin tartar immediately threw away the tiger tooth knife in his hand, and clutched the arrow in both hands to pull it out.

But the intense pain made him convulse all over his body, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Zhao Yuan was overjoyed when he saw this, and rushed forward to cut at the neck of the tartar.

The knife fell, and a big head flew up.

Next, only the last Tartar who fought with Wu Fan remained.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun glanced at each other, and the two of them drew their knives and rushed forward.

At this time, they have an absolute advantage, and there is no need to use arrows to hurt the enemy.

The remaining Tartars were very brave, and Wu Fan had already shown fatigue, but after Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun joined the battle, the situation turned around in an instant.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands. No matter how brave the Tartar is, he is gradually overwhelmed by the three of them.

"Catch it alive!"

Wu Fan shouted and took the lead in slashing at the thigh of the tartar.

The figure of the Tartar was much taller than Wu Fan, Wu Fan suddenly drew his knife and slashed down the road, the Tartar was shocked, and hurriedly raised the knife to block.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaochun jumped towards the tartar and threw it directly to the ground.

The left and right fists slammed into the front door, knocking out two of the Tartar's teeth.

Zhao Yuan also hurried to follow, and kicked the tartar in the chest with a heartwarming kick, causing it to completely lose its combat effectiveness.

"Damn, it's really good to toss, and the old man is sweating all over his body."

Wu Fan spat out a mouthful of phlegm and wiped the wound on his forehead.

He didn't even realize he was wounded, and he didn't feel the pain until the end of the battle.

"You two tie this guy up first, let's see if we can get some words."

Wu Fan casually ripped off a piece of cloth and tied it to the wound on his head.

"Brother Wu, you rest for a while, and we'll take care of the rest."

Fang Xiaochun took out a hemp rope from the package on the horse and tied the wounded tartar tightly.

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